#ineternalnight

There's sixty of you now.  Sixty...  Forty more and my mun was thinking of remaking a video for you guys.

ooc: YES.

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I was not expecting so much enthusiASM

Rules:

Rule 1: Always post the rules!

Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you has written and write 11 new ones.

Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post.

Rule 4: Let them know you tagged them!

Questions for me:

1. Favorite animal? Cats! Especially kittens. Used to have a bunch of them but one by one they died Q_Q 2. Do you collect anything? Do plastic bags from grocery stores count? (Don't exactly collect them though, I just tend to keep them to use for later) 3. What is your dream career? is rich and famous a career? An art director, especially for animations and video games. 4. What is one thing you’d say you’re good at? I guess it'd be making people laugh? 5. What is something that scares you? Hm.... abandonment, I guess. Or maybe death of a loved one. oh no this got a bit morbid 6. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Happily married, with children and working as an art director and owning my own art studio. 7. What is one guilty pleasure of yours? That's a tough one because I'm usually annoyingly proud about anything I'm into so... I guess it'd be slash shipping? *shrugs* 8. If you could live anywhere, where would it be? England woo~ 9. Have you ever been in love? Not exactly. I've had my fair share of huge crushes but I've never been in love. I'm always picky so it's hard for me to fall in love lol 10. What is something you love about yourself? Eh... I love the fact that I'm smart? (this was harder to answer than I thought. And here I thought I was a narcissistic person) 11. What got you into roleplaying? Hmm... let's see, I've always liked roleplaying although I've never done it properly before this, I've always did small impersonations of characters whenever I chat with my friends. But what got me into making a roleplaying account and started roleplaying for real, I guess would be because I saw the RPs in the ROTG fandom and how awesome they are and how their characters grow and I thought, 'you know, I wanna join in the fun!'. Another reason is because I've been searching for a way to improve my writing skills and I thought roleplaying seems perfect for it. (whoa that's long)

My Questions For You:

What kind of music do you listen to most?

What was your first fandom?

Ever cosplayed or been to a convention? If not, would you?

What is your current possesion that you treasure the most and why?

Tell an embarassing story.

Top five favourite movies?

Favorite video game/video game series?

A hobby of yours (other than blogging)

Coke or Pepsi?

If you could have one superpower, what will it be?

For in-eternal-night: your blog is quite amusing…thank-you for sharing!

"I must return to my post of guarding the fearlings."

That one line would not leave his head as Pitch stalked the reaches of his realm. Guard the fearlings, that phrase brought to mind old old memories, so fuzzy with age that they were little more than impressions and emotions. He recalled being confined in a lightless room, the fearlings hissing and chittering around him within its confines. He had known there was a guard, a single soldier standing between himself, his fearlings and freedom.

Something had happened to that guard, something that he couldn't recall despite his efforts. Perhaps the fool had abandoned his post upon realizing its futility. Perhaps he had been simply over-powered. But now it seemed that he was still alive and well, and that, Pitch would not stand for. He had been imprisoned for so long, so very very long, with naught but the fearlings. Perhaps it was time for him to return the favor, show this guard, this Kozmotis, the same hospitality that he had been shown.

It was surprisingly simple to form the cage, lead from the depths of the earth that had never known light to line a single chamber and create a heavy door to bar the entrance. The fearlings were harder to control, though he was their master, they did not again wish to be confined. However when offered the chance to torment the one whom had once tormented then, they allowed themselves to be herded into the cell and the door to be swung shut.